The Gift (Continued Again)

We hurried down the corridors to get to her room and as we passed the other patients rooms we could see looks of fear and horror on their faces as if to say. "OH DEAR GOD, what are they doing to that woman?!"

As we crossed the threshold to her prison, we saw Mer thrashing around best she could with her restraints on and making unintelligible, very loud noises! But she was not awake.

I threw my belongings in a chair and grabbed the sheet she had kicked off and covered her for modesty reasons. She calmed when she heard our soothing words, telling her it was OK we we're here now. Touching her helped her relax, so I squeezed her hand and began massaging her fingers.

This was going to be one long suffering day for each and everyone of us.

Courtney, Glory and I decided she needed music. This would sooth her and keep her mind busy. So Glory ran home and grabbed a CD player. Courtney rounded up a couple Christmas CDs and brought them in. We played them for her which seemed to keep her calm, cool and collect.

She did still have her moments though. Through out the day she still, yelled, screamed, kicked and thrashed herself to exhaustion. At one point we had all gone back to the waiting room to rest when all of a sudden, down that hall and around that corner came Mer's voice shouting in a scary, raspy horror movie voice, PEEEEEEGGYYYYY!
We all looked at each other with bugged out eyes and then burst out in belly busting laughs. I stood up and said, "Well I guess I'm being paged!"

I quickly skated into her room so she wouldn't continue to disturb the other patients. She was still not aware of the on going world around her. I just adjusted her sheet, fluffed up the pillow behind her head, repositioned the one under her butt and decided to put lotion on her very dry cracked puffed up feet.

The nurse came in with a very young soft spoken CNA and explained that her load that night would be very full and so she was required to have the CNA set in the room with Mer to keep an eye on her. That sounded great to me since Mer was having such bad withdrawals.

I went back and told the family. I also decided that when Mer did wake that she should have a little Christmas in her room. So I took off to Wallmart and bought her a small iridescent tree and Courtney and I decorated it with small family pictures.
Courts were of the grand-kids and mine were some that my daughter Brittney had asked me to bring to Aunt Merrym of her two children. I remember Britt saying tearfully on the phone very heart broken, "Mom I want her to see Marcus, she has never had the chance to meet him." How could that not twist your heart in a knot?

My Sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.
Psalm 51:17

Love You Mer